So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steal rail? A smile from a veil. Do you think you can tell?<br/>And did they get you yo trade heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?<br/>How I wish, How I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same ground, what have we found? The same old fears.<br/>I Wish You Were Here.